Opening up

windows, doors,

to let in the 

early morning

air,

thick with promise,

abundance.

Gently ushering

out

the staleness

of last night’s 

breath.

Of fear and

doubt, those

pre-dawn Death Eaters.

Opening up,

to a new day,

Endless possibilities.

New friends.

New beginnings.

A change of

pace.

A softer life

with folds to 

luxuriate

in.

Opening up.

One’s heart.

Is there even a door?

Or at best

a window,

through which your

fear can escape?

Or at least glare

at the poor soul

who thinks you’re perfect.

Perfect in your

imperfection.

A small yellow liferaft

in a black, stormy sea.

Opening up.

Your eyes,

to really see

the life you want.

Take those demons along

with you too.

Like Thelma and Louise

they may just

enjoy

the ride.

~Lu